"Four3va, where's the ATM at?"

[Chorus]
All I know is guap, yeah
I'm tryna count them dividends
Yeah, these n***as run up, on God, I’m clutchin' like Michelin
Drank cup, n***a, what you sippin' in?
Back up n***a, yeah, you riskin' it
These n***as don't know what realness is
Mama, said that I be killin' that shit, yeah
Bad Miami bitch, she tryna feel on my dick
Perc thirty in, now I'm feelin' that shit
Yeah, I'm scared n***a, like a new thriller and shit
N***as be like "Che, yeah, I'm feelin' that shit"
Best really splittin' the bill in this bitch
I took a trip to Miami, n***as talk down and we killin' 'em quick
Yeah, Bryson Tiller, yeah, I'm singin' and shit
Groupie bitches got me sick as the shit
Sorry baby, but you got left on dеlivered
All thesе runners runnin' round like a crip
Head on a swivel, n***a, I can't slip
Juggin' that shooter, n***a, off the rip
True Religion on my body, I'm hip
These n***as stealin' the swag and the drip
Shoot a n***a, I don't care if he R.I.P
Fuck no, I ain't smokin' on nic'
These n***as gon' hope on the wave like a bunny
No, I can't run out of money, yeah
Trap house jumpin', ayy
It's a savage hunter, ayy
I feel, oh so lucky, ayy, eyuh, eyuh-yuh-yuh-yuh
[Bridge]
Trap house jumpin', ayy, take oxy, oh shit, ayy (Uh-uh)
Lyin’ on it, stop all that lyin’ and shit (Oh shit, oh shit)
Back up off my phone like (Back up, back up)
Not gon’ lie, back up, for real (Back up, back up)

[Chorus]
All I know is guap, yeah
I'm tryna count them dividends
Yeah, these n***as run up, on God, I’m clutchin' like Michelin
Drank cup, n***a, what you sippin' in?
Back up n***a, yeah, you riskin' it
These n***as don't know what realness is
Fuck n***a, I'm as real as it get
Juggin' that shooter, n***a, off the rip
True Religion on my body, I'm hip
These n***as stealin' the swag and the drip
Shoot a n***a, I don't care if he R.I.P
Fuck no, I ain't smokin' on nic'
These n***as gon' hope on the wave like a bunny
You know I can't run out of money, yeah
Trap house jumpin', ayy
It's a savage hunter, ayy
I feel, oh so lucky, ayy
They don' wan' smoke they duckin', ayy
Turn nothin' to somethin', ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy